"The Tower Of Babel..."

Chapter 53... Torture.

I couldn't move. It hurts like hell. Even the tips of my fingers hurt. I could feel pain even at the tips of my eyelashes.

Why do I keep believing his promises? They're not worth crap. He said he'd be gentle... he was an animal!

8 times in a little over 5 hours? That's how many times we did it. The first couple of times he used a condom, but the added sheath was unbearable. In the end we decided to just use more lube and go bareback.

I couldn't sleep. I was awake the whole night, as Tower slept peacefully beside me, his arms hugging me possesively. We were spooning, but I felt no comfort. My body ached with the slightest movement. My eyes wide open as I stared at the white wall accross the bed, praying that the pain would subside.

"Babel, you up?" Tower stretched languidly behind me, I made no effort to answer him back. I saw the bedside clock register 6:00 a.m. "Babel?" He caressed my shoulders. I blinked, the pain intensified.

He kissed my nape, and held me tighter. He started grinding against me again, clearly aroused.

"Stop. It hurts." A single tear fell from my left eye. I held my breath, hoping that would help alleviate the pain. It did not.

"You sure you don't want it?" Tower teased.

"Just stop." I choked on a sob. Tower must have noticed my tone of voice, he lifted himself away from me to check on my condition.

"Babel, what's wrong?" He moved so he could face me, his hardness the first thing my eyes focused on and I had to close my eyes to shut the image out.

I tried to stop the tears, but they flowed uncontrollably. Tower started to panic, he grabbed his cellphone and started calling someone.

"Lyle! Wake up man, go to the front desk, ask for a doctor! What do you mean I should go do it myself, if I could I wouldn't call you. It's an emergency. Not me stupid... it's Babel! He's hurt. Just get a damn doctor! And hurry!" He threw his phone at a nearby heap of clothes.

"Babel? Can you move, can you get up? Let me dress you up, so we can see a doctor." Tower said, running his hands through his hair, obviously worried. His erection still very much present though.

"Go to hell." I whispered.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know you were in pain already, you didn't tell me. I thought you were enjoying it too." Tower grabbed his boxers and started putting them on, then a shirt.

"I cried out, more than twice. But you just kept going." Another tear fell.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't stop. I was so turned on. You felt too good. Your moans, your smile, your caress... fuck, I'm horny again!"

"You need to control yourself Tower. Everytime you lose it I suffer the consequences. It felt like your dick head was hitting the top of my skull. The last time you climaxed I swear I could feel your cum hit the roof of my mouth as you were pumping my ass." I complained.

"Don't talk like that! I'm getting turned on all the more." Tower scolded me.

"Pervert!" I shot back at him. Just then the door opened and in walks a sleepy looking Lyle, his hair ruffled and he was shirtless.

"Don't you know how to knock!" Tower jumped.

"If you wanted privacy you'd have locked your door moron. The front desk said to wait, they're waking up the house physician. What's that smell... fuck, you guys went at it the whole night? Why is there blood on the covers? Is that a used condom? Grosse!" Lyle covered his mouth like he was about to puke.

"That's it, get out of here." Tower started hauling Lyle out of the door before he shut it and locked it to keep him out.

"You're welcome!" I heard Lyle shout and kick the door before leaving.